It is coming


Try as you might, your dreams are already lost,
Dark whispers in the night, the evil has in abundance arisen,
Ringing through the ears, the banshee's shriek is close,
The cold clammy touch of the soul catcher is near,
Living in demon form, soon they will together come,
Emerging is the Wicca, searching for the pagan children
Crawling is the morning dark, a mist of auras from within the fire,
 Reddened becomes the vein of the newly blackened hearts,
Stuck becomes many, lost within with the paranoid delusions,
You can block their face out of your mind, but they don't ever go away,
The light is dimming, it is becoming too late, and soon there is no more,
The end is inevitable; the end is all too soon.


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